On the reverse side facing up, there is a circle of ancient seal inscriptions, palindrome poems, "The human heart is as small as the heart of the sky," "What I see is that the mountains turn and the water stops", "Looking at the environment as a person, there is reality and reality."

Kushou raised one hand to hold down the ancient mirror that looked like a rebellion.

The ancient mirror flipped over, with the mirror facing upwards, blooming with dazzling light, like the sun leaping out of the sea, and the bitter hand flew out with a bang, and slumped against the wall.

The person in the mirror is a young man wearing a snow-white robe, with a sword on his back and a blurred face. It is vaguely visible that he has a black hairpin on his head and a string of snow-white Buddhist beads in his hand. He is barefoot and without shoes. He is smiling and lightly

He took a breath, then raised his hand and gently wiped the mirror surface.

The mirror then opened the door, and the room was instantly filled with sword energy.

The man in the white robe with the sword on his back took a step forward, and his figure that was originally the size of a mustard seed in the mirror suddenly looked like an ordinary person. He had a slender figure, a pair of golden eyes, and the hand holding the Buddhist beads was slumped behind him.

He spread the palm of his left hand and placed it horizontally in front of him. Five thunders were gathered in the air. He stood in the house with a calm expression and said with a smile: "There is no way to good fortune or misfortune, only people call it upon themselves. The rewards of good and evil follow them like a shadow."

He lightly stamped his feet, and the entire inn was within the small world of the bird in the cage of the natal flying sword.

"When a superior man hears the Tao, he practices it diligently. Asking questions about his heart is like going into the mountains to visit immortals. Suddenly he encounters a mysterious person, just like meeting the heart of the Tao."

This "Chen Pingan" turned to look at Kushou who was sitting against the wall and smiled. The ancient mirror on the ground was pulled by a ray of true energy and was as fast as a flying sword, directly piercing the heart of the young monk, "

I gave it back to you, remember to keep it in the future, if there are any more."

Kushou's heart was blown to pieces by his own life object, and his neck seemed to be grabbed and pulled to an exaggerated extent. His limbs were involuntarily twisted and shattered inch by inch. A monk's golden elixir was forcibly taken out of the small world of the human body, and it just hung there.

Stop in front of Kushou.

In Chen Pingan's field of vision, the two flying swords of Yuan Huajing and Song Xu, after being launched, seemed to be flying slowly in the air, so slowly that even a patient "person" like him felt it was too fast.

slow.

He "walked slowly", turned sideways, and "passed by" Song Xu's golden flying sword, and then came to Yuan Huajing's flying sword "Yelang", letting the flying sword move towards him bit by bit.

"Move" yourself.

He just squinted at the flying sword and snapped his fingers. All the houses and buildings disappeared, just like everything in the world. All the colors were swept away. All the irrelevant white-drawing scrolls were removed, leaving only the heart.

Eleven painted figures in the scroll.

There were eight monks from the Earth Branch lineage left outside this room. They came to this world at the same time. Everyone still maintained their previous posture. After the young man Gou Cun finished his walk, he returned to the room and placed the green bamboo staff horizontally.

On her knees, she was reading the inscription with the word "Zhiyuan". The female ghost Gaiyan was smiling and talking to Han Zhoujin. Han Zhoujin looked slightly absent-minded. The little novice monk realized that he had just returned to the inn and was walking on the road when he raised his foot.

Yu lowered his head and leaned forward, as if he was counting some items. Sui Lin was still sitting cross-legged, refining the fragments of the golden body of the god. Daolu Geling was holding a book like turning pages...

He bent his index finger and flicked his thumb, and a chess piece appeared. It was thrown high and landed slowly. After the sound of entering the water, a chess board appeared between heaven and earth.

Then he slowly approached Yuan Huajing's flying sword "Yelang", twisted it between his fingers, turned the tip of the sword, walked to Yuan Huajing's side, gently pulled it, and nailed it into the center of the latter's eyebrows.

The tip passed directly through Yuan Huajing's head. He squinted at Yuan Huajing, shook his head with a smile, and commented: "After all, he is not a pure martial artist, with a physique like paper."

The eight "guest" monks who came back to their senses in an instant had already discovered the tragic situation of the dying hand. Yu Yu immediately sacrificed the young swordsman, bent his knees slightly, and rushed forward in an instant. On the chessboard under his feet, the sword light

Soaring into the sky, they were like cages, blocking her way. Fortunately, the sword immortal attendant kept drawing out his sword, cutting through the straight lines of sword light. Yu Yu had no distracting thoughts. She was a military monk, so she must be held back.

Chen Ping'an, who had come to trouble them again for no apparent reason, only had a chance to fight back for a moment.

He looked at the little girl who was a military monk with a smile. If you are not afraid of death, can you avoid death? If you come to me, can you find me?

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young swordsman who retained "a little bit of his true spirit" and the skin of a swordsman. Wherever he looked, his heart moved.

Split it from the middle and cut one into two.

It's like she's been beating the wall.

Yu Yu, who was already less than ten feet away from that person, unexpectedly appeared thousands of feet away in a daze. After that, no matter how she rushed forward, even flew backwards, and flew in an arc... in short, she could not close the distance between the two parties.

As close as within ten feet.

The world is upside down, and Yu Yu's path is filled with incredible situations that have been turned upside down by that person.

Dao Luge Ling used a mountain-moving technique to hit the snow-white figure from all directions, but the huge mountains and ridges were all cut in mid-air by slender sword lights and fell to the ground on the spot, falling to the chessboard.

Above it, it turns into nothingness.

He suddenly appeared beside Yu Yu and pressed her face with one hand.

Yu Yu's body suddenly fell to the ground, but all his souls were pulled out by this person.

He shook his head and said: "After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. It's me you're talking about, not you."

Looking at Yu Yu's soul being detained in his hands, his pure golden eyes flickered with golden light, "The world is empty and you are just dispensable dust in the household."

Between the words, my mind moved slightly, silently chanting two words, "Flowers bloom."

Confucian Qi practitioner Lu Hui had dozens of long swords nailed into his body, and he was unable to move, as if a bunch of fresh flowers had suddenly bloomed on the spot.

Gui Xiuyan's entire ghostly body was divided into countless pieces by countless crisscrossing sword lights, including his clothes, robes, and golden crow armor.

The man smiled and said: "This self-made swordsmanship was just named Katazuki."

The young man Gou Cun had his hands and legs cut off.

The Taoist priest Ge Ling is wrapped in hundreds of talismans within a square on the chessboard.

The man disappeared and came behind Sui Lin, "Sword locking talisman, it doesn't mean much. Don't forget that I am still a pure martial artist."

After one punch, it pierced the back of the five elements practitioner's vest.

Song Xu's natal flying sword was pressed against the tip of the sword by the man's two fingers, and the hilt was squeezed to the point of breaking.

He shook his wrist gently, and used the sword energy in his hand to form a spear, and pierced the one-word master Lu Hui from the neck. A ball of martial arts energy was released, and he raised the latter with the tip of the spear.

He seemed to be saying to himself: "How?"

The next moment, "Chen Ping'an" in a snow-white robe appeared next to him in a green shirt, standing with his back facing each other, as if the two sides would pass by each other in the next moment.

Without turning his head, he smiled and said: "The extra Night Sword is just an advantage. Fortunately, I have an extra caged bird, so it's even."

He sacrificed the two birds in the cage first and got the upper hand. The latter self, the bird in the cage, could only be outside. In fact, it was equal to no one.

Chen Ping'an said: "You can stop now."

He raised his head slightly and looked at the poor monk who was hanging in the air with the spear in his hand, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

Chen Pingan said: "I don't think so."

The "Chen Ping'an" around me is, in a sense, like an inner demon that should have appeared at the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm. Now that it has arrived, it is more like an external demon that has abandoned all humanity.

I have to admit that he is more like a pure swordsman with no restraints than Chen Ping'an.

A small world with birds in a cage, densely covered with sword energy, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, not a single painted scene, the sky and the earth are like snow that has accumulated for thousands of years.

He looked at Yuan Huajing and said with a smile: "Isn't it funny? It's like a person who feels that he has done nothing wrong and is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but there is a knock on the door immediately. Then he swears that if he violates his conscience, God will

Strike five thunders, and by chance, there will be bursts of thunder. Is this another kind of sincerity that leads to spirituality, and three feet above the head, there is still a god?"

In the sky above Yuan Huajing's head, a powerful lightning technique from heaven crashed down, only to be collided and disintegrated by another thunder technique that seemed to originate from the human world and went from bottom to top.

He sighed, "This is very sad."

For example, some of his plans were to steal Yuan Huajing's soul and temporarily turn against the guests, adding ten more puppets that he could control at will. There can be many hiding methods like this.

But Chen Pingan can guess and know everything.

I and I are at each other's hands.

Or he came too quickly, otherwise he could slowly refine the eleven Da Li people, which is equivalent to one person completing the twelve earthly branches!

During this period, he could dismantle, learn, and master all the magical powers and spells of the other eleven Earthly Branches one by one, and finally turn them all into his own use.

But it doesn't matter. There is no good thing in this world that can be taken advantage of. Too much is never enough.

He asked with a smile: "Our husband likes to put his hands together when meeting monks, and greet them in Taoist temples. Do you think this will affect Mr. Qi's mentality when he was young?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Yes."

He asked again: "Then why don't you clarify the matter with Pei Qian? She received the gift from the female sword immortal Zhou Cheng's lineage back then. Then Zhou Cheng would have no regrets when he died on the battlefield. This is

It's a good thing, why can't you say it? Maybe it will be much faster for Pei Qian to become a swordsman in the Nascent Soul Realm, and it will only be more stable."

Chen Ping'an laughed and said, "I just realized that chatting with people is really annoying."

He put away the spear in his hand, and Lu Hui, who was lifted up in the air, fell to the ground, dying, lying in a pool of blood.

Song Xu looked at Houjue, who seemed to be the only one who was relatively safe, and felt despair.

If the other Chen Ping'an chooses to take the lead in killing this young novice from the Bible Translation Bureau, it means there is still room for maneuver.

Because after Sui Lin reversed the flow of time for a short period of time, without the support of the Buddhist magical power of Houjue, everyone would lose their memory.

But the current situation of everyone means that either all eleven of them will die. Or at least the young novice will die.

Yu Yu looked at her friends and colleagues who were in extremely miserable condition. Her face was filled with tears and she said angrily: "Yuan Huajing, Song Xu, what the hell is going on?!"

The snow-white Chen Ping'an clicked his tongue and said: "The more people can empathize with the heart-wrenching sufferings in the world, the harder their lives will be."

Chen Ping'an said: "Now that I'm here, where can you escape to?"

He took a few steps back, held up his sleeves with his hands, turned around and looked at Chen Ping'an, was silent for a moment, and said with a sneer: "Poor."

Chen Pingan remained silent.

For the first time, he spoke from his heart: "Chen Ping'an, have you ever thought that the person she has been waiting for is me, not you?"
To be continued...